Solvang Danish Days 2024 — Images and Video by kenne
Each wind that sighs from Danish waves
Through Norway’s woods of pine,
Of thy pale lips an answer craves:
Where wast thou, brother mine?
I fought for both a deadly fight;
In vain to spy thy prow
O’er belt and fiord I strained my sight:
My fatherland with graves grew white:
My brother, where wast thou?
— from A Brother In Need by Henrik Ibsen
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